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At the end of the second week, after another tough round of eliminations, I’m still here. So are Sarah and Mellie. Of the people who ate lunch with us at the diner, only Nate got cut.
I’m too wrapped up in my own burgeoning emotions to even notice that he left, honestly. I don’t know that I would describe my obsession with Sarah as love… but I do know that I’ve shared my room with her for a couple of days. And I woke up early both days to watch her sleep, her chest rising and falling. She looked so peaceful, like what I always imagined an angel would be like if I ever met one in real life.
When the elimination ceremony is over, I know I need to ask her out. Just to see if I really feel anything.
To keep me sane, essentially. So I use my smart phone to Google “good dates in Ve
